as she darted by
on a subtle wing,
But Grosbeak told me,
seed tucked securely in her left cheek,
eye glinting just a little
Watch the wind swirl and draw dust
down, throwing grit in your eyes. Watch the needles
laugh their way off spindly limbs, a dance
and a shudder until they all
come raining down.
And so I watch.
May 28, 2012